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Have you felt what was it like to think that you were gonna die and leave this world in a single moment?

No, really?

Lucky you then.

It feels like nothing else matters in that small frame of time, where you where facing the thing that was about to kill you and probably leave you as an ugly speck of blood on this earth. Your heart races, your heartbeat sounds loud in your ears, you cuss a single swear word on repeat a lot (Well, that might just be me going 'Shitshitshitshitshithehasmotherfrekinbombsshitshi tshittttt!') and you would most likely be frank with yourself about what you thought of the situation at hand.

Like

I DON'T WANNA FREAKIN DIE LIKE THIS! I'M WAYYY TOO YOUNG! SHIT!

And some stuff like that.

That was what I felt when Gokudera casually tossed the dynamites at us twins faces (Not the FACE!) without so much of a hint of hesitation in taking our lives.

It was at that moment, the fuses suddenly blew out as something zipped past my face at high-speed, making my eyes widen as the *Bang* of the gun was heard and my hand was outstretched, blades of the scissors glinting in the sunlight as the dynamite clattered to the ground noisily.

"Reborn!" Tsuna yelled from the floor as Gokudera made an annoyed sound, puffing on his cancer stick as I looked to left, deeming it safe with the hit-man's presence to take such a risk before robotically looked back at Gokudera, eyes still a little wide that Reborn had literally saved our sorry asses. Hey, he did just shot off the fuses on the air-born bombs, right?

If it were anyone else, I might me even marginally impressed should they managed accomplish such a feat.

They said a few things that sailed over my head as I tried to calm down my breathing, Gokudera calling Reborn the Ninth's most trusted hit-man or something as I still could not believe that a middle-schooler like Gokudera was packing dynamite out off all the dangerous stuff to handle ever.

I mean, this is Naminori-Chuu, the safest place on Planet Earth for crying out loud! Wherein evil doers fear to tread, and trespassers stared at in with silent, fearful awe! And all the tugs! And the punks! And all the trouble makers!

Hibari, what the freak have you been doing?! There was a kid, right here, harboring DYNAMITE out of all things! HIBARI KYOYA WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU!

-(Somewhere on school grounds, Hibari's nose twitched almost cutely (Hell forbid anyone telling him THAT) as he continues to pound an unfortunate souls face in. Poor soul)-

"He's part of the mafia family that I called over from Italy. This is our first meeting though." I came back to earth long enough to hear Reborn simply state as he petted his chameleon, sitting comfortably on the window-still, not caring that said random dude he never met before from Italy he had called over had tried to….oh, I don't know…. KILL US?

How thoughtful of you to think of trying to kill us, Reborn.

….

NOT.

"It better be true that if I kill them I get to be the Vongola Tenth." Gokudera growled, raising his dynamites a little as he glared at us, ready to leave us as mere blood spots on the earth.

"…dude…I'm sure this isn't a good idea." I said in usual monotony, yet tensed at the real danger he possessed as he looked at me, intense glare and all that "…We don't even want to be in the mafi-"

Reborn shrugged his tiny shoulders "Yup, it's true." He states curtly, cutting me off.

I deadpanned. Trust Reborn to cut in at the most important moment!

"What! Can you even do that?" Tsuna yelled disbelievingly at Reborn, gapping at the infant like a fish out of water as I glared at the baby angrily "Was it a lie that I'm destined to be the Tenth?" He yelled, the betrayal evident in his tone.

"If you don't want to lose, fight." Reborn says with a flippant tone, pointing his chameleon gun right at us as Tsuna 'eepped!'

Fight? You're asking us to….fight?

"…Reborn…You're freaking with us." I muttered disbelieving at the infant, scissors unwavering in front of Gokudera's face as I looked back at him "…He has dynamites…."

"I don't see your point, Baka-Emo-Tsuki." Reborn says simply "Fights usually involve the use of weapons." He continues innocently "Like your scissors. I know you did get into a few scuffles before this." He states, looking at me with a malicious glint in his charcoal eyes "Didn't you?"

I flinched, ignoring him to look at Gokudera instead.

So preoccupied I was, I did not notice when Tsuna did the thing natural to all normal human beings when faced with extreme danger- he bolted away from behind me, body overwhelmed with the 'flight' response as I looked at him wide-eyed "…Nii-san!" I yelled, allowing Gokudera to slip pass me to block my twins way.

I gritted my teeth. Damn was he fast!

I've got to be faster than him then!

Ignoring the small twinge in my leg, I sprang myself with all my strength towards Tsuna and Gokudera, the latter suddenly filling his mouth with enough cigarettes for half a box, all lit, long fingers suddenly filled with dynamite as he prepared to light them as I swung the arm holding my scissors right at him, the tip glinting in the sunlight as I made to stab his arm.

Gokudera's olive eyes widened as he quickly jumped back as I missed him, scissors making a swishing sound as I slid the blades apart, this time aiming for his eyes as he lit up a dynamite, tossing it at me as he jumped back, making an X in front of himself with his arms to cover himself.

Pumped up with adrenaline and not really thinking, I just smacked it away, barely in time as it exploded somewhere at the left as I just tackled the boy down, both of us making an 'Oufff!' sound as he landed harshly on his back, my eyes just staring down at the bomber angrily as I prepared to drive my scissors into his shoulder, angry that this boy had the guts to try to kill us all.

"Tsuki stop!" Tsuna gasped, making me halt in my movements as I snapped my head back up to look at him, surprised at his sudden outburst "Don't hurt him!" he yells pleadingly, making me look back down at the teen I was about to hurt, eyes wide as my hand wavered.

"What the fuck is this?!" Gokudera cusses in shock, quickly pushing me off as I gave a startled yelp from the force behind his push and coughing from the smoke the cigarettes where giving off, dizzy from suddenly inhaling the smoke as he quickly lit up more dynamites, preparing to toss them at Tsuna "Take this!"

Shit! I scrambled up to stop him, but he already threw the dynamites and I could only watch with horror as they rained down on Tsuna, who squeaked in fear at the bombs that were about to hit. "…Nii-san!" I yelled out in horror at the scene, hand held out for no apparent reason.

"Fight with Your Dying Will!" Reborn said.

*Bang*

My eyes widened and Gokudera made a noise in shock as my twin quickly burst out in Dying Will Mode, in all his bioluminescent, orange flamed, half-naked glory as he yelled "REBORN! EXTINGUISH ALL THE FUSES!" he yelled, his arms reaching out and grabbing the lighted fuses of the dynamites, cutting off oxygen for the small flames and successfully defusing them as they clattered harmlessly to the ground.

I jus stared dumbly as Tsuna leapt around, arms a blur as all the air-born dynamite quickly clattered to the ground, fuses smocking, but out.

"WHAT!?" the silver-haired bomber beside me yelled in shock as all of his dynamite was easily defused by Tsuna, quickly whipping out more and lit them quickly "Double Bomb!" he yelled panicky, tossing them at Tsuna again, who just easily extinguished all the bombs in a quick strike.

"Extinguish! Extinguish! Extinguish! Extinguish!" My twin yelled as he gripped the ends, easily defusing the dangers despite the simple fact that it was twice the amount thrown at him, showing his inhuman skills and scaring the shit out of Gokudera as he fished out for EVEN more dynamite from his mallet-space inter-dimensional pocket I believed he has, foolishly grabbing more than too much as the lighted bombs fell out of his fingers and clattered to the ground, with him staring incredulously.

"…BAKA!" I yelled as he said something under his breath with a defeated look on his face, scrambling up and somehow lunged at him, pushing him down and falling on top of him in an extremely awkward embrace as I attempted to kick the bombs away, blocking him from direct line of fire as he gasped in my ear, making me cough from the smoke in his breath.

'Maybe it wasn't such a good idea.' I thought, as I warily watched the fuses grew shorter, eaten up by the embers that lit them.

Damn Straight! Was what my Chibi-inner said. Protect the idiot who was gonna kill you!

'Hey, I just noticed I pulled a young Sasuke who saved Naruto just because his 'body-moved on its own' too.' I stated flatly in return.

My idiocy astounded me sometimes.

BAKA. She screamed shrilly at me as I closed my eyes.

"Extinguish! Extinguish! Extinguish! Extinguish!" A wind whipped by and made me snap my eyes open, noting with relief that all the bombs where defused and Tsuna was standing there with two sticks of dynamite; defused of course; in his hands as his orange flame died out and his eyes returned to normal, huffing a little from over exertion as the weapons dropped to the ground with a clatter as he gave a sigh "I made it-"

*Glomp*

"T-tsuki?" He mumbled embarrassed as I hugged him tightly, a gesture of affection I rarely gave even though we were so close, my hands shaking as the scissors fell to the ground with a small clatter as he quickly hugged back, patting my back as I tried to stop shaking, not able to see his expression "Tsuki…"

"…Hug." I just state, not trusting my voice as it wavered a little as the adrenaline levels fell, making my hands ache and my legs complain from the strain, a numb throb of pain going through my hands as I breathed, trying to calm down.

This is too much excitement for me in a day.

I'm going to die of premature heart-attack, yay.

…

Just gotta love sarcasm.

"I AM MISTAKEN!" the voice cried and made us both jump in surprise as we twirled to face Gokudera while still stuck to each other (Though it was hard, we managed not to trip on our feet) as he quickly got down on his knees in a universal act of submission, head low to the ground.

Both of us sweatdroped at the sudden out-of-character-ness displayed by the hotheaded bomber, I mean, shouldn't he be sore that he lost or something and try to blow us up again, or something? I mean, it was expected of him right?

Said bomber lifts his head, and in his now watery orbs that disturbingly looked like puppy-dog eyes of admiration was now beaming at us with full force (And slowly killing me with cavities), a light blush on his pale skin as he exclaimed "Juudaime! Juuhime!" Weird nickname alert, ack! "I'll follow you both until the ends of this Earth! Ask anything of me!"

Weird… he was emitting… sparkles.

I mentally groaned. Not another one!

"The one who loses becomes the winners subordinate," Reborn recites as he suddenly appeared out of nowhere in his Houdini Act, making me look down at the infant as I released my brother as he continued, standing beside Gokudera "that is this family's rule." He says.

I deadpanned ad Tsuna warily parroted "Rule?"

Wait… Mafia had rules for stuff like this?

…I'm really sounding like an ignorant idiot right now.

The bomber nodded, head slightly bowed as he still kneeled on the ground. He had an almost somber look on his face "Actually, I never had the desire to become the Tenth" He admitted almost sheepishly as I raised an eyebrow "I just wanted to see if the Tenth Gen and his twin really had the strength to become suitable bosses,"

I huffed "…so to do that, you attempted to kill us." I stated flatly with my arms crossed, making the bomber wince as I continued coldly "….With dynamite."

"I APOLIGIZE FOR MY INSOLENCE, JUUHIME!" He cried, bowing down again "I shall commit Seppuku for such a heinous crime!"

I blanched. Much as I very disliked the fact that he tried to kill us, I did NOT want him to spill out his guts in a suicidal act meant for SAMURAI just because I acted a little cold. That would be disturbing. And indirect murder. And sadly, I still HAD a heart, okay! "…Don't be so hastily now!" I cried, voice a little louder than my usual flat tone as I held my hands up in surrender. Now I knew why Tsuna did it. "…and I apologize for…attempting to stab you." I murmur as he looked up at me with the shining eyes of DOOM OF CAVITY CAUSING.

Great, a bad-boy knew how to pull a flawless Puppy-Dog Eyes. What was the world coming too?

Suddenly, he beamed at Tsuna "Juudaime is fit to be Boss! He exceeded my expectations when he put his life on the line to save me. And Juuhime tried to protect me from my own weapon! Both of you are worthy leaders of the Vongola!" He bowed again "My life is now yours!" he said, almost gratefully. "Ask of me anything you want!"

Wud….?

Should I be concerned about this kid's mental health by now?

"Wait, that's troubling!" Tsuna visibly panicked at Gokudera's claim. The way Gokudera was speaking was like we OWNED the poor (And mentally unstable) kid or something, and that was really against his principles. I think. As far as I know, I wasn't rather keen for a servant for life either. Especially one as crazy as this. "Can't we just be regular classmates?" he tried a calmer approach to persuade the bomber.

Gokudera quickly shot him down with a glare reminiscent of the 'normal' Gokudera, and it made me wonder if he was a bipolar for being able to change expressions in the blink of an eye like that. I couldn't even smile brightly in an attempt to look less hostile. I ended up looking like I was being forced to run in heels. Or constipated. Whichever your choice of ugly faces to imagine. "I won't let you do that." He said rather sternly, making Tsuna 'eep' as he reeled back, making me sigh in annoyance (Though many would just hear it as a sigh of boredom) as I massaged my temples softly, since my hands hurt like Hell.

You brought this upon thy self. Chibi-Tsuki said.

Shut up, ye of old English.

"Congratulations, Tsuna." Reborn said, as he stood there, hands clapped behind his back as both us twins where not expecting a compliment out of all things out of the mouth of the little-devil. But it was welcome, enough. Better than being whacked by that demonic hammer of his, actually. "It's because of your strength that Gokudera became both of your subordinates." He looked towards me "You too, Tsuki. Your willingness to put yourself before others seems to have earned Gokudera's trust."

I replied with a confused "…eh?"

Me? Willing to put myself before others?

That was a strictly Tsuna and Mom only privilege!

…..was it really though, after my actions stated otherwise today.

Whilst I was musing in these thoughts, a couple of punks from a bigger grade came around, generally looking like idiots who had nothing better to do other than beat people up, smoke some generally bad thing (Like cigarettes, which, if you have not guessed, I rather loathed) that gave them cancer, and beat up kids like us.

…

Did I say kids like us?

"Oh ho ho, these guys are cutting class." One of them said with a confident smirk, clutching a metal pole and resting the weapon on his shoulder as his 'homies' laughed a little, making me instinctively growl under my breath.

"This requires some punishment." The dude with spiky hair clearly against school rules said with a smirk, cracking his knuckles as Tsuna gulped beside me.

"You're only allowed to cut starting senior year." A fat one with a gold necklace said with a creepy smile head at me. Erk.

"How many front teeth do you want broken?" The first guy who spoke asked, the weapon already being swung about in an intimidating manner as his punk friend laughed.

Both us twin just stuck closer to each other as Tsuna gripped my arm, my other blocking him slightly as we looked back, only to see yourselves being caged in by the school buildings as I narrowed my eyes angrily as Tsuna stated to panic again, myself not far behind as the punks closed in, malicious intent clear in their actions.

Then, Gokudera did something rather useful. He stood in front of us protectively, said "Leave it to me." And proceeded to produce MORE dynamite and beat those punks into the ground rather violently for both me and Reborn's viewing pleasure and Tsuna's horror.

I'll spare you the details. But it did use Dynamite. LOTS of Dynamite.

Well, serves them right I guess.

….

I might just forgive the silver kid after this.

It was a Saturday morning. The birds where singing, the sun was shining its UV Cancer causing death rays on us all, and it was 8 in the morning.

Care to explain why Reborn was currently pointing his Leon-Gun (I'd FINNALY learned that little chameleons name for simplicity's sake) at my face as I groggily woke up, half my face still stuck to my bolster?

Well…

"I want espresso and I've run out of coffee beans." He states seriously in his child-like voice as the gun clicked ominously in the silent room "Go get me some."

…

Say wud now?

I might be half asleep, but I clearly was still high-strung over the few days of chaos that this little bundle of devil's spawn had pulled out, and coupled with the fact that he was pointing a legit gun in my face, it didn't really take much to cause me to spring out of my bed like I was ready for an Olympic race to instead have my blanket get caught in my legs and land face first onto the very familiar floor of my room.

…

Not again. Not ANOTHER RUINED DAY.

"…." I looked up at his smirking face, most likely a sight to behold as Leon was in his chameleon form, getting pet by its owner as I gave a muffled "….s'too early." With a groan "….just drink instant coffee…." I supplied, brain not working on full functioning bitchiness.

Then I belatedly remembered that Reborn does not and will never listen to a noob about coffee preferences.

"You clearly do not know the difference between freshly brewed espresso, coffee and even instant-coffee, Baka-Emo-Tsuki." Reborn said haughtily as if speaking to a person of low taste, even though his voice remained the same pitch. I'd come to a hypothesis it somehow makes him more tolerate-able when I imagined that he seemingly had some form of emotion channeled through his voice, makes me think twice before trying to throttle him "As the leader of the Vongola Family, you must know simple differences such as these."

My eye twitched outwardly as I inwardly moaned at my ruined weekend… I mean, it was the WEEKEND. The FREAKING Weekend. Would I REALLY not catch a break here? Really?

Life seriously needs to be Normal again. Back to its usual routine, where no babies and teenagers from the mafia came packing ammo from Italy just because my great 'to the power of five' grandfather decided it was a great idea to start a Mafia and thus dooming us poor unfortunate souls that are born into this line are legally set to inherit a group of illegal dealings.

And wherein me falling on my face does not equal to perpetual DOOM.

Unfortunately, life was VERY fair. Or so some idiotic old man tells me.

Stupid old men, whose sarcasm was so epic I could not read,

"Tsu-chan! Reborn-kun ran out of his coffee beans!" My mother's voice decided to speak up as the smell of breakfast cooking wafted into my room, the scent of her wonderful omelets filling the room and causing even lazy ole me to lift my head up a little to get a better whiff "Can you go out to buy some for him?" she added, the crackling of cooking eggs in oil punctuating her sentence.

I inwardly frowned. Refusing Reborn was one thing, I could always drag the subject before he deduced it was easier to blow my brains out and maybe replace my blown out brain with a loyalty microchip since I secretly think of him as an alien, but my mom was a totally different thing. She was, well, mom after all.

And judging by the look on Reborn's face, he knew that too.

"My espresso?" he asked innocently… I think.

I groaned and slammed my face onto the floor with a sickening *Crack*

I was now seated at the table at an un-godly time on a freaking weekend, hair down for once, in a casual white T-shirt with a peace sign on it, and black pants.

Yes, hiss at the utterly un-femininity of my outfit, because this was my horrendously boring style. It was comfortable, and it will be hot, so I did not care.

What I cared about, was the food.

Breakfast was heavenly. The omelets where cooked to perfection, the croissant was buttered, the rice was perfectly warm, and miso soup.

Ahhh, soup.

Almost made me forget about the kid with the transformey chameleon-thing sitting beside me and trying to steal my beautiful, golden-brown honey glazed croissant.

Almost.

"It's so nice of you to wake up so early to buy Reborn-kun's coffee beans." Mom beamed her sunny smile at me, making the corner of my mouth twitch a little as I used my chopstick to ward off a Leon-cane trying to snatch my croissant, "You don't have too."

"…I'm awake already. Might as well." I answered easily back, nomming on my croissant and giving the evil eye to Reborn, who ignored me in favor for his own omelet.

Mom beamed, completely oblivious to the air of hate buzzing around between the two of us as she placed a few notes of money on the table "There's extra for you Tsuki! Just by something nice for yourself for going so early out." She said happily as I nodded robotically, this time defending my omelet while drinking my soup.

Almost seemed like the beginnings of a normal morning.

Almost.

The walk was nice too.

I walked briskly to feel the cool air in my face as it blew at my bangs, the bulky white headphones hanging at my shoulders silent for the moment due to the sake of me actually enjoying the silence that morning usually brought as I munched on my pocky quite happily, and even though my face was the usual mask of indifference, it was slightly more relaxed and less 'Stay-the-freak-away-from-this-freak'-ish.

Yes, my indifferent faces actually had differences and labels, deal with it.

Anyway, I was there, walking at the sidewalk, looking at the blue-ish sky above and the birds that seamlessly glided through it as my sneaker clad feet barely made a sound as I munched stick after stick of pocky, relaxed enough in the still cool air of morning to actually greet a passing jogger with strangely familiar white hair with a simple "…Hi" as he shouted some sentence I did not catch with "EXTREAM!" in it.

It was calm. It was peaceful. It was the NORMALICTY I craved.

Nothing could ruin this-

"JUUHIME!"

And it was perfect, until I decided to visit the resident bookstore before going to pick up Reborn's coffee for this week's Shonen Jump Magazines and maybe browse some light novels, where there, reading some magazine I did not catch the title off and perhaps had some sort of inner radar trained on me or something (Even though I was pretty sure I was deathly silent), because I had the terrible, terrible misfortune of bumping into-

"Good Morning Juuhime~!"

A pair of absolutely adoring polished emerald orbs shining with absolute adoration while the person who owned them had the expression of absolute adoration slapped on as they adoringly kneeled on the ground on one knee with their hands clasped together as they looked on adoringly.

A.K.A Gokudera Hayato, my 'newest' subordinate who forced me to misuse the word 'Adoration'.

My eye twitched as my pocky snapped in half from the force of my lips trying SO VERY HARD not to break into a frown and end up looking constipated at the smoker's appearance and blanch at his adoring face that was directed right at me that could very possibly give people the wrong idea.

"Aww, so sweet~!" some random old woman cooed, making my eye twitch even more as I tried even harder not to barf RAINBOWS just then.

Must….not…barf…..not literal…rainbows!

"…" I answered with my respective bitchiness, turned away from him, and picked out that week's Shonen Jump and started to nonchalantly flip through the pages, the sound of my pocky being crushed by my molars the only sound heard.

*Crunch**Crunch*

Ohh, Code Geass poster, that's a keeper.

"Juuhime!" Gokudera was not put off by the cold-shoulder as it seems as I plainly ignored him, paying at the counter with the extra money mom gave me "What are you doing outside so early in the morning?" He inquired quite politely in a manner that I would naturally not associate with him.

After all, he was wearing his dog-tags, his rings, his goth-emo bracelets, and had an unlit cancer stick in his mouth. Not exactly a banner for "EXTREAMLY POLITE PERSON RIGHT HERE."

Instead of answering, I just twisted on my heel and walked briskly away, magazine safely in Bag-kun as I munched on my pocky, the sweet flavor filling my mouth.

"Juuhime, it's a nice morning to be out, right?" Gokudera sounded suitably ignored and a little hurt, but he tried anyway, and were currently walking beside me like he was my friend or something.

Psh, even Kyoko couldn't get past my 'so-called' bitchiness, what chance did a gruff, Italian-hot kid had then?

"Juuhime." He tried.

"…." I twitched in annoyance at the name.

"Juuhime."

"…." Must ignore him.

"Juuhime." Again.

"…." Ignore him. Ignore him, he's not getting to me not getting to me nope not at all I'm here alone eating pocky all by myself….

"Juu-"

"…Don't call me that." I snapped, having enough, lifting my oddly colored eyes to train my glare of (Hopefully) death on him as he visibly flinched for some reason unknown, since I wasn't about to hit him. "….Call me either Sawada, or Tsukiko, because I don't generally care what you call me," I stuffed the last pocky stick into my mouth, throwing the empty box via conveniently placed public trashcan. "…because I will not answer otherwise." I added quite simply, a little unnerved this dude managed to make me feel and show my irritation.

Though that might have something to do with Reborn and the craziness of the past few days,

Still…

Gokudera shook his head in response, unique silver locks shaking with the movement as he said "Juuhime is Juuhime." With a rather serious air as he looked seriously at me. "To call Juuhime so casually is not respectful, especially of a subordinate like me."

For some reason, that just made me more irritated "…I never wanted a subordinate." I snapped as monotone as I could, which seemed pretty impossible as my voice raised a small octave "…and I don't want to be in the Mafia. And I'm definitely not a Princess." I produced another pack of pocky, dark-chocolate, and stuffed the first bitter-sweet stick into my mouth "….Princesses are dainty and pretty and loved by all and act courteous and petite and I am definitely not those things."

…

What in the name of the seven pits of hell possessed me to say stuff like that?

…

I just realized we might be talking about a 'mafia' princess here, and 'Mafia' plus 'dainty' and 'petite' and all that kind of shit did not belong together in the same sentence.

Unless it went something like "The Mafia hit-man had shot the dainty, petite and the feminine shitloads of 'descriptive words to describe cute' little princess girl person in the noggin." And even then it had death in it. Lots of death. And blood.

No. Just, no.

What? You think me being all bad-assy and all and having some scissors and seemed stab-happy with it I was immediately placed in the 'Yandere for older brother' category?

No, no way, nu uh. Creepy much?

Heck no. Seriously.

Gasai Yuno might be awesome with her axe and all, but still, she is creepy as heck.

"But Juuhime." Gokudera's call snapped me out of my mind rant from straying too far as he looked pretty intently at me; since when he was this close to my face again…? With his very much soulful emerald orbs "Juuhime is Juuhime." He insists.

I moved away with light warmth gathering around my eyes and nose, blaming it on his breath which smelt like cigarettes. Maybe I might want to sneeze. Yes, that it. "…Tsukiko." I insisted.

He shook his head again "…Juuhime." He insisted, looking directly into my eyes.

Something then, something in his tone of voice made me stop the urge to turn this into a childish mindless rant as my name was about to fall out from the tip of my tongue, because for some odd reasons yet unknown to me, he sounded a little uncertain, a little unsure, a little tired, and...Scared.

It was a verrry unnerving and familiar look. Too familiar,

Very familiar.

I blinked, my mouth closing in thought, chewing the pocky in my mouth, before I spoke after swallowing.

"…Fine." Gokudera looked up surprised.

I blinked, surprised.

Then, the bomber gave the biggest smile I've seen on him yet "Thank you for understanding Juuhime!" He said happily as I just emotionlessly looked back.

Well, not quite emotionlessly, if you'll notice the small quirk at the side of my lip.

Maybe it was quite okay to be called a Princess.

And to be frank, he did save our asses yesterday.

Now if only he would stop smoking….

I was inspecting the bag of coffee beans for Reborn, the golden brown roasted beans giving out a rich aroma I couldn't quite get used to, but comfortable with all the same.

Still, being a coffee noob gets to me sometimes, since all beverages that where created by the coffee bean where technically all the same, except some people like it with more milk, or black, or just with coco power on top….

Do they use marshmallows again?

…

Yeah, I'm a complete Coffee Noob.

"Come back again!" The lady at the counter gave me a twitchy smile all people who man counters wore as I ignored the common courtesy of replying her with my own of constipation and inwardly gloat at beating her at her own game and stepped out of the door of the Café, the small bag into Bag-kun it went.

Gokudera quickly turned back at me, cigarette smoking at the end as he smiled his sunny smile he'd been wearing for ages "Juuhime! How was it?"

My nose curled a little at the wisps of smoke curling out from the cancer stick, and before I could stop it my hand moved and plucked it out from his lips, tossing it onto the ground before I stomped with quite childish flair onto the white stick of doom, all the while my silver haired companion/almost friend watched on in horror as his daily nicotine was given such harsh treatment.

Hah! Take that Stick Of Doom!

"Juuhime!" Gokudera cried out in alarm as I stopped my actions, breathing a little hard as I looked at the stick on the ground with a murderous air, completely flat on the pavement. "I apologize; I did not realize that you disliked me smoking! I will now on not smoke in front of-"

Before he could go and spazz around and apologize for an action I wasn't exactly pissed at him for, I grabbed his wrist (Which I did not notice his face immediately flushed with until later, though I knew it shut him up) as I stomped away from the Cigarette R.I.P site and down the road and into well known enough pharmacy, its cheerful atmosphere dulling a little as I marched into its premises.

"…Nicotine Gum." Was all I stated as I slammed my hand on the glass counter, startling the mousey looking girl who nodded hurriedly, smiling shakily as I breathed imaginary fire down at her.

While all the while I was just merely standing there with an expressionless face tacked on, for I am a genius.

Soon, with my extra cash that I miraculously still have, I have a small foil package with small white squares as I handed them to a red Gokudera, while parroting the side-effects the girl at the counter had helpfully supplied and how to use them.

"…Chew this until it makes a tingly sensation and stick it in between your gums and cheek and repeat until it runs out or your craving subsides." I droned as he looked at the small gum squares "….You might get hiccups, and gum disease in the long term, but it's better that dying by Cancer."

Gokudera fumbled a little "…Juuhime, y-you don't need to."

"…If you die of cancer how are you going to continue to protect us." I state, munching on pocky and getting amused as he turned even redder. Must be really embarrassing, or something. "…Anyway, don't injure your lungs from now on from using that crap you call cigarettes, okay?" I twisted myself into the general direction of home, feeling accomplished "…See you at school on Monday, Gokudera….kun." I added, munching my pocky as I walked in silence again, pulling up my ear-phones and bobbing my head to the catchy tune of 'Bad Apple' as I swiftly walked home.

I never looked behind, or I might have seen Gokudera looking at my back with this weird look on his face that I might even consider a little loony.

-(Omake)-

I just noticed I made a new friend for the first time in years, joked with him, allowed him to give me a nickname, called him by his name with –kun tagged on at the back, and just did something nice for him even though he had tried to kill me and my twin just yesterday…..

….

Reborn, I once again blame you.

A/N : Well, I know the Omake was terrible, but it's my first attempt, so...* Shrugs* /bricked by little brother straight at the noggin.

Anyway, I am surprised I managed to cough this out. *Seeing as I just had English Tests hours ago and my brain was just about dead, and I have Math tomorrow. Whoopie Freakin Do* As I try to keep this updated as much as I am able, because I have a sneaking suspicion I will be banned *Grades Be Damned*during the end of the year since I have a test that was supposed to determine if I go to collage or not.

Result? Study like Hell, again. *Loads Dying Will Bullet*

Well, nothing else much to mention, unless you know about whats happening in my country. * Shrugged*

Well, I'll shut up nao. :3

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